After his sacrifice, Spike is granted a new life in a new reality. But that means everything changes. Here he's human the first male slayer, Buffy is worse than the original and he's fallen for the most unlikely person Willow. Discontinued

Some
mistakes are hard to reverse, and that was what had happened for
Spike. The blonde was furious, tired and frightened all at the same
time. Things had been so good for a while - 'friendships' with
old 'enemies', someone who really loved him and a chance to
atone. His arrival had changed so many thing - Darla and Drusilla
were dust; Jesse was alive; Willow was learning to control her magics
early; Xander dating Buffy, thus making Angel jealous; Giles was
mellower; and sweet Joyce Summers was coping with the fact that her
daughter was a slayer.

Because
of him, things in this world was better…

"God
dammit!"

But
who was to say there wasn't going to be that dreaded a butterfly
effect that would make things much worse? Whistler had said that the
walls of reality were weakening because of him and things had to be
changed. There was only one problem: what was he supposed to do about
it?

Sighing,
the young vampire turned slayer sat down upon the closest tombstone.
Out of Sunnydale's sixteen cemeteries, this one was quietest,
lacking in everything from the sound of the wind to the supernatural
baddies that go bump in the night.

"Okay…"
Spike sad aloud to himself. "Not a good sign…"

"It
never is"

The
blonde whirled around to come face (although the person behind him
was at least two feet shorter) face with an annoyingly familiar
face. Short dark hair covered the boy's head like a mop and the
vampire aura around him seemed almost comical along with the size of
his perpetual body.

"Ahhhhh…
the Annoying One"

The
boy glared at him. "Crake jokes all you like slayer, but the Master
wishes to meet with you. He was willing to wait, but word of your
argument with the other slayer has made him impatient. Will you
come?"

Spike
raised an eyebrow and concealed a frown at the same time. This was
unexpected. He remembered being told that the Anointed One had lead
Buffy to the Master in his own reality, but something was wrong. The
confrontation with the Master wasn't for another two weeks.

"What's
in it for me?" Spike quipped. "A chance for some happy-go-lucky
all-you-can-stake marathon?"

Anointed
One shudder. "So the rumors are true…"

"What
rumors?"

"That
the air-headed slayer has tainted you with her tactless mannerisms"

"Bite
you tongue small fry!"

The
boy smirked.

"Very
well. But you haven't answered my question yet vampire turned
slayer. Will you come with me to meet the Master?"

Shit!
He opened his mouth way too early. By this time half of the undead
population of good ol' Sunnyhell probably knew about his outburst
conversation with Angel and Willow. That would also mean that the
Master now knew he had once been a vampire.

Thankfully
the repulsive old codger didn't know he apart of his order…

But
the question was a valid one. Whether he should he follow the little
blighter or dust him on the spot was a hard decision to make. It
would be easy to stake the annoying twerp, but then what killing the
Master? The prophecy stating that the Master would kill the slayer
still stood, meaning that either he or Buffy had to die. As much as
he hated Buffy in this world, she still owned a small part of his
heart no matter what reality he was in.

And
then the though of backup came to mind. When Buffy had died her first
time, she had the whelp to revive her. Could he do the same? Die in
this world and be revived, thus awaken another male slayer if it was
possible? Maybe he could get a warning to Willow…

Although
he was nowhere near selfless, deciding that another sacrifice might
just be needed to save his friends, Spike took fate into his hands.
Looking into the dark eyes vampire-boy before him, he gave the brat
his best 'devil-may-care' smirk.

"Sure
brat. Lead the way"

-.ooOoo.-

A
loud resounding smack echoed throughout the Sunnydale High library.
Buffy Summers reeled back, a hand reaching up to gingerly touch the
stinging red blotch that now stained her right cheek. Eyes were wide
with shock; Xander, Giles, Jesse and Angel not believing what they
just saw.

Two
feet away from the blonde female slayer was Willow, the redhead's
hand still extended. The Wicca glared, but at the same time was
shocked at her own audacity to do such a thing. But it was for a good
reason - no one insults Spike around her an gets away with it.

"Do
you really think I wanted to tell you - you of all people Buffy?"
the witch growled. "I trust Spike because he had the courage to
tell me and the others the truth"

"You
mean you actually trust a guy who was once a vampire?" the slayer
gapped, her nose crinkling with disgust.

"We
trust Angel don't we? He might have a soul, but he's still a
vampire. Spike has a soul and he's no longer a vampire. I
won't stand back and let you badmouth my boyfriend you hussy!"

During
the whole thing, Xander and Jesse were looking at their best friend
in shock. And it seemed that sweet timid little Willow had grown a
backbone. All the time she had spent around Spike had been slowly
raising her confidence level. Sure there had been the secrets, but
those were unimportant. She had know since the moment he had spoken
to her class the day they had met that he was a good person, will to
sacrifice almost anything for those that he loved. She had
particularly been drawn to his tormented vibrant blue eyes - they had
been her windows to his soul.

Buffy,
although outraged by what she had just been told and what had just
happened, was still in a semi state of shock herself. No human had
ever had the audacity to hit her, let alone call her a hussy. To her,
evil was evil and that was that.

"If
you want it that way, then we'll just - "

The
slayer was cut off from challenging the redhead when the witch
suddenly let out a wail of pain, clutching her head as she bowed over
and collapsed to her knees.

"Willow!"

Buffy
was pushed roughly aside as Xander and Jesse rushed help their oldest
friend. Willow had tears of agony rolling down her cheeks as black
veins began to surface on her ashen skin, her bright eyes turning
black.

"Oh
goddess! He was right - Whistler was right!" she sobbed, clawing at
her temples.

The
witch whimpered, the blackness easing off and vanishing. She looked
up at him, panting heavily.

"Back
when we first met you. Spike and I were attacked by a pair of demons.
After Spike had done away with them, Whistler showed up and told him
that his being here was causing the virtual walls of the realities to
crumble. He confessed everything to me afterwards, since I wasn't
about to let him get away without spilling the beans"

"So
you know why he's here in the first place?"

Willow
nodded.

"Yes.
Spike was sent here from a future alternate reality timeline. In his
first reality, he was born in the 1800's, and sired by Drusilla in
1880. As your grandchilde, he became the second most greatly feared
vampire in the world. He originally came to Sunnydale as of next
year, but it isn't until we've all graduated that he ends up
staying. Although it disgusts me even to think about it, he also
revealed that he had loved the Buffy from that reality, and it was
because of her that he sought out his soul. As to why he's here,
well he died there saving the world by closing the Hellmouth
indefinitely - totally Sunnydale into a gigantic crater. The Powers
that Be deemed him worthy of a second and sent him here to us as the
first male slayer"

Giles
clicked his tongue. "Well that does explain why he was so jumpy
when I first him. I had assumed it was because he had just lost his
mother and killed his vampire in the same night"

"But
that doesn't explain what just happened to Willow" Xander
complained, helping the red haired girl to her feet.

"Actually,
it does. We've just been told that Spike's presence here in this
reality is causing the others to crack. Whatever just happened was
most likely a bloodletting - a bleed across time and space. So I can
assume that what happened to Willow was something that happened in
another reality"

Buffy
grimaced, backing away from Willow and her sharp brown eyes.

"She
felt evil to me"

Angel
nodded. "I felt it too. I do remember hearing you guys saying
things about you having to learn to control your powers. Do you know
why?"

Willow
winced, looking at Jesse and then down at the floor.

"Yes.
Apparently my counterpart had a bad drug like addiction to her
magics. When he lover was murdered, she was consumed by her grief and
hatred. In a crusade for revenge, she nearly fired the world to a
cinder…"

"Geeze!"
Jesse gasped. "I had no idea you were that powerful!"

"Jesse…
you know Warren Mears?"

"Yeah.
He in our grade. Why?"

"Alternate
Willow kinda flayed him alive…"

The
taller boy blanched before his face turned a nasty shade of pea soup
green.

Willow
glared at her. "If something should happen to Spike, I don't know
what might happen"

The
library telephone suddenly began ringing, capturing the attentions of
all those present. Giles muttered a few curses as he made his way
into the back office to answer the infernal thing. As the Watcher
took the call, the room became deathly quite.

Buffy
shivered in the silence, her head throbbing as she stumbled for a
chair. She was barely aware of the Xander and Angel's shocked
shouts as she crumpled to the ground unconscious.

-ooOoo.-

While
she could see it all happening from an out of body perspective, the
blonde slayer knew instantly that this was a Slayer Dream. The
Sunnydale High library shimmered around her till it became an
ethereal glowing field.

"Buffy
Summers…"

The
blonde turned, her eyes scanning the surround the source of what just
spoke her name.

"Hunh?
Who's there?"

"I
am here"

Buffy
gasped in shock, stumbling away from the most beautiful woman she had
ever seen appear out of nowhere directly in front of her.

"W-who
are you?"

The
woman smiled, her hair itself seemingly made out of light. "Am many
thing, but I am also half of nothing. I'm known by very few and you
feel should special that I am giving you audience"

She
would have retorted in the regular fashion, but the woman was right -
she did feel special. Just being in her celestial presence seemed to
warm the slayer's soul to her core, causing her whole body to hum
with power.

"I
am," the woman continued. "Known as the First Joy"

"The
First Joy? As in the First Evil, the First Joy?"

"Yes.
I see that you already know of my darker half. I have come to request
your aid in most dire of circumstances. I have made a slight mistake
in giving gifts to those who have done good. William is in danger of
returning to a place that he doesn't not want to go - you must help
him"

"I
have changed things in order to make this world a better place. Its
rare that either I or my brother are allowed to have direct
interference with any of the vast realities that we oversee. Due to
this mistake, I must show you something that I am sure that you will
not like"

The
slayer nodded cautiously and stepped forward, allowing the First Joy
to reach out and place both of her hands over the teenager's eyes.

Visions
assaulted Buffy, showing her things that turned her stomach. She saw
and felt everything through the eyes of a boy she had come to hate -
Spike. The visions were of the present and a possible future. Spike
was going to face the Master - face the evil within the Hellmouth to
keep his friends safe. But he would not be able to stop the Master
and the ancient vampire would have his fun by once again transforming
the blonde back into a vampire. With evil magics, his memories would
be stripped of him and from then on he would lead the vampires of
every reality into the ultimate destruction of it all. It would be in
the seconds before it ended that he'd remember, and then he'd die
with everlasting guilt - guilt for having more pain after promising
to never do it again.

He
would have also killed her and Willow in the process…

"STOP!"

Buffy
wrenched herself away from the First Joy, tears streaming down her
cheeks. She could still feel who much Spike cared for her - not just
the alternate Buffy, but for her. He saw her as the annoying little
sister he never wanted, but couldn't live without. No one had ever
thought about her like that before.

The
First Joy smiled. "I see you have made a choice"

"Yes.
I'll help!"

"Good,
but you must hurry. William is only nearing the entrance to the
Hellmouth. If you are fast, you might be able to save him in time.
Now go"

The
light around the slayer burst, blinding the girl's poor green orbs.
And as the wind picked up, she left herself returning to her body
like Dorothy retuning from Oz and everything went black.

-.ooOoo.-

"Buffy?
Buffy!"

Xander
was frantic with worry as he knelt next to her girlfriend's inert
form. She had blackout only five minutes ago and no amount of
shacking would wake her up.

"Help…"

"Buffy?"

He
and others looked down as they watched the blonde slayers lips move
and harsh whisper pass through.

"Must
help…"

"Help
who?" Giles insisted, crouching down next to the brunette.

"Spike…
must help Spike…"

Now
it was Willow's turn to become frantic. "What about Spike? What
did you see?"

"Gone…
he's gone to… face the Master…"

And
it was Angel that voiced the last of it.

"On
shit"

-.ooOoo.-

Well
there you are! After having dawdled for so long, I'm almost
finished writing this story! I know you all like, but this is
actually what I had originally planed to do. Anyway, I'm not sure
if it'll end next chapter or the chapter after that. We'll just
have to wait and see I guess. Later!

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